CHAPTER XIX
MR. NARR ARRIVES
Mr. Narr, not knowing anything of the feelings he was causing in thefluttering hearts of Janet and Ted, began to plan for getting theCurlytops home to the main shore and to Sunset Beach.
"Now don't forget my message to Mr. Keller about my keys, will you?"asked the rich man.
"We'll remember," said Ted, glancing at his sister. That was thetrouble--they only wished they could forget. But they could not.
"Now I think the best way to get you two shipwrecked sailors home is tosend you in my motor boat," went on Mr. Narr. The eyes of Ted and Janetsparkled with joy at this, and they almost forgot the trouble coming topoor Mr. Keller. They loved to ride in a motor boat. "Yes," went on Mr.Narr, "the motor boat will be best. Then it can tow your rowboat."
"I'll be glad of that, thank you," remarked Ted, "'cause we've got toput that boat back where we got it or Jimmie'll be mad at us. We losthis oars, though," and Teddy sighed with regret.
"Don't let that worry you," advised Mr. Narr. "There are a lot of oddand extra oars in my boathouse. I'll have Peter pick you out a pair andyou can give them to Jimmie--whoever he is."
"Jimmie's a boy I play with," Teddy informed the rich man.
"Oh, I see. Well, you can give him back his oars as well as the boat.Come now, Peter, have the _Spray_ brought around to the dock to takethese shipwrecked ones home."
"Yes, sah!" answered the colored man, with a kind smile at theCurlytops.
"Don't you want the crabs we caught?" asked Janet. "We'd be glad to haveyou take them."
"Yes!" exclaimed her brother. "We can catch more for my father."
"Thank you, no, I don't want the crabs," answered the rich man. "Lookout for the basket of crabs, Peter," he added. "Don't let any of themget away."
"Oh, no, sah; I'll be mighty keerful ob dem!" declared the colored man."I was bit by a crab wunst, an' I don't wants to be bit agin! I'll seeto dem crabs all right."
"I guess they're asleep now," said Janet. "So they won't bother you verymuch."
"No, li'l gal, I hopes dey don't," murmured Peter, as he shuffled off toget the motor boat _Spray_.
Repeating again his message for the Curlytops to deliver to Mr. Kellerabout the lost keys, Mr. Narr walked with the children down to the dock.Soon there arrived at the little pier the puffing _Spray_ towing therowboat, in which a pair of oars had been put.
"I'm glad of that," said Teddy to his sister, when he saw the woodenblades. "Now Jimmie won't be mad."
"Yes, it's good we got another pair," Janet agreed.
Mr. Narr helped the children into the boat which, it appeared, Peter wasto guide over to the mainland and down to Sunset Beach, which could bedimly seen down the bay.
"Thank you for taking care of us," said Janet to the rich man, as theboat was about to start.
"We're much obliged," added Teddy.
"Oh, you're welcome, I'm sure," laughed Mr. Narr, in a good-naturedvoice. "I was glad to have you call. Don't lose any of those crabsoverboard, Peter!" he called to the colored man, who was doing somethingto the motor of the boat.
"No, sah! I won't, sah!"
"They're asleep all right," Janet said, standing up in the motor boat soshe could look into the rowboat which was being towed astern. There wasno movement of the crabs beneath their covering of green seaweed in thepeach basket.
"And don't forget to tell Mr. Keller I am coming for my keys!" calledMr. Narr, as the _Spray_ swung out from the dock.
"We won't forget!" chorused Teddy and Janet.
And then, when the boat was out from shore and when Ted saw that Peterwas up in the bow, handling the steering wheel, the little Curlytop boysaid to his sister in a low voice:
"Do you think we'd better tell him?"
"Tell who?" Janet wanted to know.
"Tell Mr. Keller about Mr. Narr coming for his keys."
"Course we'll have to tell him," insisted Janet. "Didn't we promise wewould?"
"That's so," admitted Teddy. "Yes, we got to tell! But what will Mr.Keller do?" he went on, still whispering. Though there seemed littleneed of this, for Peter was up in front while the children sat on acushioned seat in the stern of the _Spray_, and the colored man did notappear to be listening.
"I don't know what he can do," sighed Janet. "He hasn't got the keys togive Mr. Narr."
"I guess Mr. Narr'll be terrible mad," remarked Teddy.
"I guess he will," agreed Janet. "But when we get back we can help Mr.Keller look again for the keys and for Mrs. Keller's ring."
"Yes," whispered Teddy. "But I guess it won't do any good. We've lookedall over in the sand and we can't find anything. And Mr. and Mrs.Keller've looked all over in the sand and they can't find anything."
"Yes," agreed his sister. "But maybe if we looked just a little bit morewe might find the keys, anyhow. Course I'd like to find Mrs. Keller'sring, but Mr. Narr doesn't want that. All he wants is to get Mr.Keller's keys for a little while."
"And if Mr. Keller has to tell that he lost 'em----"
Teddy did not finish the sentence, but his sister knew what he meant.
"It's too bad," sighed Janet.
Peter, having gotten the motor of the boat to running the way he wantedit to run, and seeing that the steering gear was all right, now turnedback to look at the children.
"Does yo' all know where yo' wants to be landed?" he asked, waving hishand toward the distant shore which was now nearer.
"You could leave us in the little hole where Jimmie hides his boat,"suggested Ted.
"But then we'll have to carry the basket of crabs all the way home,"objected Janet. "And they'll be heavy."
"That's so," Ted admitted.
"Is dey a dock sommers neah yo' house?" asked Peter.
"Why, yes!" exclaimed Janet. "There's a dock right back of ourhouse--you know the dock where Mr. Harris keeps his boat," she added toher brother. "He'd let us land there, and we could easy carry the basketof crabs up the path to our house."
"That's so!" chimed in Ted. "And afterward I could row Jimmie's boatback to the hiding hole and leave it."
"Aw right, den!" chuckled Peter. "I'll make fo' de Harris dock. I knowswhere dat is aw right!"
He swung the _Spray_ around, and soon she was headed in the rightdirection. A little later a landing was made at the Harris dock. Therowboat was cast off from the _Spray_ and made fast to the dock for Tedto row around to the hiding place a little later. Then Ted and Janet gotout, Peter set the basket of crabs on the dock and started back for theisland.
"Good-bye, chilluns!" he called. "An' don't forgit Mr. Narr's message.He's a monstrous 'ticklar man, Mr. Narr is! He wants everyt'ing jesso,he suah do! Everyt'ing jesso!"
"What does he mean by _jesso_?" asked Janet of her brother, as the motorboat swung out into the bay.
"I think he means just so. You know--extra particular," explained thelittle Curlytop boy.
"Oh, I see," murmured Janet.
They found a stick which they thrust through the slits in the peachbasket and thus carried the crabs up to their cottage.
"Why, Curlytops! where have you been?" exclaimed their mother, when shesaw the two rather forlorn and bedraggled youngsters coming up the path.
"We been crabbing," answered Teddy.
"And we got a lot of 'em--big ones, with blue claws, and they're asleepnow, for they're real quiet," added Janet.
"Yes, I know you've been crabbing," went on their mother. "But what keptyou so long? I was getting worried about you."
"We were--now--sorter shipwrecked," explained Ted.
"And we landed on Mr. Narr's island and he's coming to get Mr. Keller'skeys and he hasn't got them and what's he going to do?" gasped Janet,almost in one breath.
"My goodness! what's all this about?" cried Mrs. Martin, with a laugh."Not quite so fast, if you please, Janet."
Thereupon, taking turns, the Curlytops explained all that had happenedfrom the time the
y started after crabs until they reached home. Mrs.Martin listened, and at the end of the little story she exclaimed:
"Dear me! This is too bad!"
"It will make trouble for Mr. Keller, won't it?" Janet wanted to know.
"I'm afraid it will--yes. He may lose his place with Mr. Narr, who isvery quick-tempered and stern, I am told. Dear me! I don't know what todo."
"Couldn't we go hunt again for the lost keys?" asked Teddy.
"It's very kind of you to want to do that, my dear," his mother said."But it's going to be dusk soon, and it would do little good to searchnow."
"Then we'll look to-morrow," said Janet.
"Yes, you may do that," agreed her mother. "Meanwhile I'll get Daddy tosee Mr. Keller."
"And we must tell him what Mr. Narr said--about coming over after thekeys," said Janet. "We promised we'd tell him."
"Yes, I'll see that he is told," promised her mother. "Poor Mr. Keller!"she murmured. "If he loses his place as Mr. Narr's secretary, it will behard at his time of life. I wish we could do something. Well, we musthave Norah boil the crabs, at any rate," she went on. "Daddy is so fondof crab salad."
The crabs, if they had been "sleeping," as Janet said, soon awakenedwhen the green seaweed was taken off them, and they lashed about withtheir big, blue claws, seeking something to pinch. Failing to get holdof any fingers or toes of the Curlytops, the crabs pinched each other.But this did no harm, as each crab was encased in a hard shell.
However, Norah soon made the crabs into a salad, and the Curlytopslooked at the empty shells, the hot water having turned them a beautifulred, like coral.
That evening Mr. Keller called at the Martin cottage, he and his wifecoming over in answer to a telephone message from Mr. Martin. As theCurlytops had a part in the events of the day, they were allowed toremain up to deliver Mr. Narr's message in person. Trouble also wantedto stay up, but as he was just getting over a little spell of illnesshis mother packed him off to bed, hushing his cries by promising himanother bear story.
Mr. and Mrs. Keller listened to the tale told by Teddy and Janet. Thechildren delivered the message that had been given them by Mr. Narrabout his keys.
"Did he seem angry?" asked the old secretary.
"No, he was laughing," answered Janet.
"And did he say he'd come to get my keys (which of course are his keys)to-morrow?" Mr. Keller wanted to know.
"He said," remarked Teddy, trying to think of the exact words used byMr. Narr, "he said to tell you he'd be over in a day or so."
"Then he may come to-morrow!" exclaimed Mrs. Keller. "Oh, Harry, whatare we going to do? I don't mind so much about my wedding ring! But whatabout Mr. Narr's keys?"
"We shall have to look again for them to-morrow," said the oldgentleman, in a sad and weary voice. "We shall have to look again. But Ihave no hopes of finding them in the sand. Then I shall have to tell Mr.Keller all about the loss, and he will, very likely, discharge me."
"He'll be mean if he does!" burst out Teddy.
"No, little man, it will be only what he thinks is right," said Mr.Keller. "He will tell me, which is the truth, that I should not havebeen so careless as to lose the keys. I should have been more careful.But that is my fault. Now the only thing I can do is to look again inthe sand."
"We'll help you!" burst out Janet.
"Bless your dear little hearts!" murmured Mrs. Keller.
"And now, my dears," said Mrs. Martin, "you Curlytops had better go upto bed."
"And can we help look for the lost keys in the morning?" asked Teddy.
"Yes, my dears."
"And the lost ring, too?" asked Janet, with a look at Mrs. Keller.
"Yes. Now, go to bed."
"All right," said Janet. "Good-night, Mrs. Keller. Good-night, Mr.Keller," and the little girl shook hands with the two visitors. Then shekissed Mother and Daddy and left the room.
Ted then said good-night all around, and followed his sister.
Mr. and Mrs. Keller remained some little time at the Martin cottage,talking with the parents of the Curlytops. Ted and Janet were asleepwhen the visitors left.
Bright and early the next morning, the Curlytops were awake and up. Theyhurried through their breakfast--that is, they hurried as much as theirmother would let them--and then they hastened down to the beach, eagerto take up the search again for the lost keys and the ring.
As they ran down to the beach, Ted and Janet holding hands, Ted heldback for a moment.
"What's the matter?" asked his sister.
"Look," he replied in a low voice. "There comes Mr. Narr now, and Iguess he's going up to our house."
He pointed to the figure of the rich old gentleman, walking along andswinging his gold-headed cane.
"Why's he going to our house, do you s'pose?" asked Janet.
"'Cause, I guess, maybe Peter, the colored man, brought him over in themotor boat and landed him at the Harris dock," explained Ted. "And Mr.Narr is going up to our house--we showed Peter where it was--don't you'member?"
"Yes, we showed him," said Janet, nodding her head with such vigor thather curls fell over her forehead and she had to push them out of hereyes.
"And Mr. Narr's going up to our house to ask where Mr. Keller lives."
"Yes," assented Janet. "And when he finds out he'll go and ask Mr.Keller for the keys. And Mr. Keller won't have 'em and--and----"
She paused a moment. Then Ted started off on the run, dragging Janetalong with him.
"Don't run so fast!" she protested. "Where you goin'?"
"We've got to find those keys for Mr. Keller before Mr. Narr knowsthey're lost!" exclaimed Ted. "Come on!"
CHAPTER XX
WHAT TROUBLE FOUND
Casting a backward glance over her shoulder as she ran along with herbrother, Janet saw Mr. Narr making his way toward the Martin cottage. Asyet the rich old gentleman had not seen the Curlytops.
"If we can only find the keys before he asks Mr. Keller about them, itwill be all right," said Ted.
"Yes," agreed Janet. "But we've got to look fast and we've got to lookterrible hard in the sand."
"We'll do it!" declared Teddy.
Down to the stretch of sand hurried the Curlytops. They knew where tofind the place where the keys and wedding ring had been lost. Some ofthe stones and pieces of driftwood that Teddy had put in a circle tomark the spot were still in place. The post Mr. Keller set up was alsothere. The sand was not near enough the water to make it a favoriteplaying ground for the children, and no waves had washed over it.
So, as it happened, the sand had not been much disturbed except by thedigging and sifting that Mr. Keller had had done. There were holes andhills where the men had taken out the sand, to pass it through theirsieves in the search for the lost articles.
"You begin on that side, and I'll start over here," suggested Ted to hissister, when they reached the place. "Look over every bit of sand."
"I will," she answered. "But there's an awful lot of sand to look over,Teddy."
"I know there is, Jan."
"If we had somebody to help us," went on the little Curlytop girl."Couldn't you get Jimmie?"
"I might get him," Ted admitted. "But it would take half an hour, andI'd have to leave you alone and maybe Mr. Narr might come alongand--and----"
"Oh, well, never mind--we'll hunt by ourselves," Janet decided.
So the children began delving in the sand again, looking for the lostwedding ring and the keys, as they had looked many times before. Handfulafter handful of the shifting, white grains they picked up. They lookedcarefully in each handful before casting it aside. But nothing rewardedthem.
"The keys'll be easier to find than the ring," said Ted, pausing amoment to straighten his little, aching back.
"Yes. But I'd like to find the ring too--Mrs. Keller would be so glad,"murmured Janet.
"Maybe we can find 'em both," said Ted, hopefully.
However, as five--ten--fifteen minut
es passed, and they found nothing,the Curlytops began to be discouraged.
There was still a great deal of sand to look over, even within thecircle of stones and sticks. Janet stood up a moment to get the kinksout of her legs and, as she did so, a shadow fell across the sand infront of her and her brother.
"Oh!" murmured Janet, for she thought it might be Mr. Narr coming withhis gold-headed cane--Mr. Narr who would be so angry because Mr. Kellerhad lost his keys. "Oh!" said Janet again, and then she looked up.
Her heart did not beat so fast when she saw only her mother and Trouble.Teddy, too, who had glanced up at the movement of the shadow and who hadheard his sister's murmured cry, looked pleased when he saw who it was.
"Well, I wondered what had become of you two," said Mrs. Martin, who hadbrought William out to get the sunshine and fresh air, for he now wasover the worst of his illness.
"We came down to look for Mr. Keller's keys and Mrs. Keller's ring,"explained Teddy.
"I see you have."
"And Mr. Narr--we saw him going up to our house," added Janet.
"Yes, he's up there now, talking to your father," Mrs. Martin said.
"Does he know about the lost keys yet?" Ted wanted to know.
"No, not yet. Of course he will have to be told," said Mrs. Martin. "Butyour father thought Mr. Keller had better tell Mr. Narr himself. So yourfather has telephoned to Mr. Keller to come over to our cottage. Mr.Keller is on his way now, I think, to meet his employer."
"And will he get discharged, Mother?" asked Janet.
"I don't know, my dear. But I came to tell you that I think it isn't ofany use to look longer for the lost things."
"Why not?" Ted asked, digging feverishly in the sand.
"Because I don't believe you'll find them. They must either have beenwashed out to sea, or some one has picked them up and taken them away.Yes, William," she said to the little fellow, "you may play in the sand.But don't go far away."
She put him down on the beach, and Trouble began walking about, stoppingnow and then to dig with a stick.
"Well, I don't guess we're going to find them," said Teddy, with a sigh."We've looked hard, haven't we, Jan?"
"Terrible hard," answered the little girl, with a sigh even moresorrowful than the one her brother emitted.
"It can't be helped," said Mrs. Martin. "Mr. Narr will soon know thetruth--that Mr. Keller has lost his keys. Perhaps, after all, Mr. Narrwill be kind and overlook the loss."
"He was kind to us," said Teddy. "He gave us something to eat."
"Yes; perhaps he isn't as cross as he looks," Mrs. Martin said, with asmile. "Oh, Trouble! what have you there?" she suddenly cried, for shesaw that the little fellow had picked up something from the sand and wasbringing it to her. "What have you found?" she asked.
"Clam shell," answered the little boy. "It's a clam shell an' it's gotsuffin inside. Maybe it's a little nellifunt inside," he added, as heshook the shell and held it up to his ear.
"It isn't a clam shell--it's a whole clam!" exclaimed Ted. "A whoppingbig one, too. Let me see it, Trouble."
"No! No!" murmured the little fellow, holding the object behind him."Dis my nellifunt clam!"
"Give it to Mother, dear," said Mrs. Martin, gently.
Trouble held it out to her.
"It is a big double clam shell," she said, taking it in her hands. "Theclam has been taken out, though," she went on. "But there _is_ somethinginside," and she shook it. The Curlytops could hear a rattling noise.
"Oh, Mother! what you s'pose it is?" cried Janet, her eyes shiningeagerly.
"Perhaps the poor, old clam that used to live in the shell has dried upand gone to sleep," suggested Mrs. Martin. "Or it may be some pebbles orsand or dried seaweed inside. I'll open it and look."
The two curved halves of the clam shell were still joined together atthe hinged back, but, unlike most shells of this kind, when the clam hasbeen taken out, this one was closed, and not gaping wide open.
"Here's a stick to pry it open with," offered Teddy, handing his mothera stick with which he had been digging in the sand.
Using this, Mrs. Martin opened the shell. Crowding about her and lookingover her shoulders, the Curlytops saw within the shell something thatmade their eyes open wide with wonder.
"Oh!" cried Janet. "There's Mrs. Keller's gold wedding ring!"
"And Mr. Keller's bunch of keys!" added Ted.
"I believe that's just what Trouble found!" exclaimed Mrs. Martin,shaking the sand out of the shell and revealing more clearly a bunch ofjingling keys and a gold ring. The ring was bright, but the keys werered with rust.
"How did they get there?" asked Teddy.
"It would be hard to say," answered his mother. "They may have beenbrushed into the open shell when the search was going on. Or somechildren playing here, and not knowing the keys and ring were lost, mayhave found them and put them in the shell for fun. Then they buried theshell, keys and ring and Trouble just found them. At any rate, they musthave been here for some time. But they surely are the things Mr. andMrs. Keller lost. Oh, I'm very glad, for the dear old couple worried soabout them."
"Let's take them over now!" suggested Janet.
"Yes, right away!" added her brother.
"I want my shell!" demanded Trouble. "I want my little nellifunt clamshell."
"You shall have it, dearie!" laughed Janet, giving him a hug. "You don'tknow what you found! You're a lucky little boy, Trouble."
"Um!" was all he answered.
Carrying the keys and ring carefully, Mrs. Martin and the three childrenstarted back toward the cottage. They saw Mr. and Mrs. Keller just goingin.
"Oh, I must hurry and give Mr. Keller his keys before Mr. Narr asks forthem," said Mrs. Martin. "Here, Ted, you run on ahead with them. TellMr. Keller, as quietly as you can, how we found them. Of course, lateron, he will explain to Mr. Narr how they were lost. But I don't want Mr.Narr to be cross and scold, as he is sure to do when he learns that thekeys were lost."
Taking the rusty bunch, Teddy started off, but he had not gone more thana few steps before they all saw Mr. Martin and Mr. Narr coming out ofthe cottage to meet the elderly couple.
"Oh, now it is too late!" murmured Mrs. Martin, sadly. "You can't givethe keys to Mr. Keller without Mr. Narr seeing it--and then he willguess what has happened!"
Hardly knowing what to do, Mrs. Martin and the children, with Ted stillcarrying the keys, walked on toward Mr. Narr and Mr. Martin, who wereabout to meet Mr. and Mrs. Keller.
"Ah, here are my little shipwrecked friends!" exclaimed Mr. Narr,playfully shaking his gold-headed cane at Ted and Janet. "Have you beencatching any more crabs?" he asked.
"No--no, sir!" faltered Ted, wondering what to do with the keys.
"Hello, Mr. Keller! How are you?" went on Mr. Narr, taking off his hatto Mrs. Keller. "I came over to find out where you lived," he went on."I have been asking the direction from Mr. Martin--the father of theshipwrecked children," and he laughed. "I wanted to see you about thebank keys," he went on.
"Yes--yes, sir," faltered Mr. Keller. Now was the critical moment,thought the old gentleman. "I shall have to tell him they are lost andhe will discharge me."
Ted was wishing there was some way of slipping the keys into Mr.Keller's pocket, but it could not be done without Mr. Narr seeing it.
"Yes, about your bunch of my keys," went on the rich man, with achuckle. "I just came to tell you that you needn't bother about lettingme take your bunch. I've found my own keys, so I won't need yours!"
Mr. Keller did not seem to know what to say.
"You--you won't need my keys?" he stammered. "You--you----"
"No, I have my own," and Mr. Narr drew a jingling bunch from his pocket."I thought I had left them at my town house, but I found them in theisland cottage. So I came over to tell you I wouldn't need yours. I sentword by the shipwrecked children, you know, for you to have your bunchready for me."
"Yes," murmured Mr. Keller, "I know, and----"
Just the
n Teddy dropped the bunch of keys which fell with a jingle onthe sand.
"Hello!" exclaimed Mr. Narr, looking at them sharply. "They look justlike my keys."
"I--I think they're my keys--the bunch I lost!" said Mr. Keller. "I wasgoing to tell you, Mr. Narr, that I had lost your keys. My wife lost herwedding ring at the same time, but how my keys came here I don't know!Oh, I don't know--I----"
He seemed much confused.
"Trouble found them!" cried Janet, with a laugh.
"In a clam shell!" added Teddy.
"And here is your wedding ring! Oh, I am so glad I can give it back toyou!" said Mrs. Martin to Mrs. Keller, handing her the band of gold."Now all the lost is found!"
"Well! well!" laughed Mr. Narr. "And did you worry, Mr. Keller, becauseyou had lost my keys?"
"Yes, Mr. Narr, I worried a lot," answered the old man. "I feared youwould discharge me and----"
"Nonsense! Nonsense!" laughed the rich old man. "I'm not such a bear asthat! Of course if the keys had been lost it might have made a littletrouble. But I could easily get others. I'm sorry you had all thisworry. But now it is all over!"
"Yes," murmured Mrs. Keller, as she slipped her wedding ring back on herfinger, "our worries are all over now--thanks to the Curlytops!"
"And thanks to Trouble!" added her husband, with a laugh. "We mustn'tforget Trouble and his clam shell."
"It didn't have no little nellifunt in, though!" complained William."And I want a little nellifunt! Or else maybe I want a story about abear."
"Come here, little man, and I'll tell you a story about a bear!" saidMr. Narr, holding out his hands. "I haven't told a bear story to alittle chap like you for many a year."
"Does you know a story about a bad bear?" demanded Trouble.
"Yes, indeed I do!"
"'Bout a nawful bad bear--a _nawful_ bad bear? A terrible bad bear?" andTrouble opened his eyes wide.
"Yes, about the worst bear in the world."
"Go on, nen. Tell it, please," begged the little boy, nestling into therich man's arms.
And then every one was happy--but happiest of all were the Curlytops.
THE END
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